Lobo [1.1]
October 8th, 2008[1.1] - Departure
Augustine, 32nd 2551 Post Ancient,
year of Lori
10:32 am.
Dr. Thomas Gideon is a man of the sciences, as myself, but like two opposing poles of a magnet, where my practices encompass the natural arts of Alchemy and biological studies, his passions lie in the world of machines and infused magic. Disjunct as our professions may be, I consider him an invaluable source of remarkable ingenuity and creativity. He is one of the few individuals I have met to hold such mastery over all his works. Unfortunately, he possesses such a passion, it often blinds him to the dangers embedded in projects he chooses to undertake.
For many years, we have traded letters on a regular basis. In this mode, we have kept up with each other’s lives and findings. Knowing him for so long and as well as I do, it is with great caution that I hesitate to question the validity of his reports. And yet I fear that this search for the inevitably strange truth, what we find will, without question, shake the very foundation of what has become formal understanding of our physical laws.
After several weeks without a single sent word, I received a small parcel in my mail one week ago. Within it, there was a note which I have attached here.
Agustine, 24th 2551 PA
Year of Lori
3:42am
Old friend John, I apologize for my silence. My work has again kept me entranced past my personal appointments. I fear I will one day discover I have disappeared from this plane and not even notice it! I joke of course.
Please, friend John, I trust that you will keep all matters henceforth discussed between us on the following to yourself and only those with whom you trust with the entirety of your heart and mind. It is in your judgment, I trust with my life.
I have discovered a relic deep within the Aruna Mountains. It is surprisingly well preserved and relatively intact, however incomplete. The tests which I have had little time to preform have verified that the object is well over three thousand years old.
As impossible as it may seem, I believe to be in possession of technology once belonging to The Ancients or even their ancestors. It is with great concern for your reputation as well as my safety that I ask you inform no one besides your direct superior, Dr. Shea, of this. She is a sensible and reliable administrator who will not pass up the narrow possibility to study what may be the only remaining piece of history from The Great War of The Ancients, in secret if she must. Public funding of the University must not be compromised by folly excavations in the eyes of her investors.
It is with only the knowledge of your invaluable position at the university and how well you have fared over these past few years that I feel well asking you of this. Please, come to Terrell and aide me in the investigation to discover the origins of this enigmatic relic as well as what remains of it in these treacherous mountains. You are a rock compared to me, your bravery and conviction far surpassing my own. This I know I will need with me before the truth of this foreshadowing artifact is to be discovered.
Your friend and companion among all perils,
Dr. Thomas Gideon.
As it would seem, Gideon has left me with little choice. I am on the train now, bound across an entire continent to Terrell with hope to aide an old friend whom I owe my life in any way that I can. And still I worry that we remain completely unaware of the dangers that await us, deep within those infamous mountains.
Jonathan Carter Lobo.